Alice The Angel From Bendy And The Ink Machine Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alice looked at Ethan for a second and then burst into laughter. “What’s so funny?” Ethan asked “Obviously you…Me a fairy…That’s ridiculous... You know what I think maybe I am an alien with some superpowers. Like the one we see in movies.” “Alice I am serious. You are living in this human world disguised as a human so definitely, you cannot be an angel. You have the aura to attract light. So there is a high possibility of you being a fairy”

And why had I been chosen to attend this mysterious academy? My questions were soon answered as a woman in white approached me, her bright green eyes shining with an otherworldly glow. "Welcome to Madland, where your destiny awaits. Please, give me your name and allow me to show you the dorms.” “Ammm… my name is… Alice.” “Alice what?” “Alice Abbott.” “Alright. Follow me please.” I followed the woman, still feeling a bit uneasy about everything. She led me to the dorms and showed me to my room, which was cozy and decorated in shades of green and white. I was relieved to have a place to rest and collect my thoughts.

Are you happy now? ******** I know of you are questioning who's Angel is. Kindly Refer to "The Alpha's Rejected MAte to know about her since she will appears on some part of this book."

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

“My dear, this is not a world where mortals can roam. This is a spiritual realm. If you are here it is either both of you are dead or the two of you can spirit-project, which still means you would have to be dead to do so.” The mammoth looked down at the two people, Alicia was set to begin her sobs. “Did Alestio send you here?” Alicia was drowning in her emotions she could not even find the words to answer back, but tried anyway. “A… Alestio?” “Yes Alestio? My brother, you may have known him as the former Dark Bender.” Alicia pulled herself out of the pool of emotions she was drowning in quickly at the mention of the former dark bender. She slowly rose to her feet.

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.”

Alice looked up at the room that was shaking with the cubicle. “What happened? I think we agree not to hurt him?” My heart tightened as I looked at the crazed creation in the glass compartment. "No, I didn't hurt it. See Its Power? This compartment only binds it. It Can't be hurt at all." The truth is as she said. "Thanks to your help, we are much more mobile." Alice pursed her lips, smiled at me, and pressed the black button on the remote. The second blob of gas spewed out, much thicker than the last one.

"This is for my mother, my father, aunt Octavia, Cynthia, and every single person you've killed on this planet, this is for Mariposa and the entire glitz planet!" Alice yelled and flew towards him with a fast speed and plunged both of the swords deep Into both sides of his chest at once, he couldn't scream and only breath out blood as his body slowly began to burn down in flames. Within two minutes his entire body was now in ashed below Alice, she flew down and landed on the floor with a smirk. "Your wrong bastard! Your not the keeper, i'm both the seeker and the keeper!" She muttered, a bright round purple ball suddenly emerged from the masters ashes and fused with Alice's body making her

Twisted shapes, moving wrong, their silver eyes burning with chemical light. And at their head, a figure I almost didn't recognize. Bella. But not the Bella I knew. Her body rippled with constant partial shifts, her movements jerky and uncontrolled. "You want to know the best part?" Angela's voice had gone quiet, all pretense stripped away. "He's in their heads. All of them. Like puppets on strings. And when he gives the order..." She swallowed hard. "No one gets out alive." A scream split the night—high, inhuman. Bella's voice, but wrong. Dozens more joined it, a chorus of the damned.

"We're so glad you're here! And I’m Angela by the way” Mrs. Mickelson smiled, her eyes shining with approval. "Angela, dear, go call your brothers and your sister." She nods before walking off. We sat in silence and just as Angela came back with a group of shirtless men each of them oozing dominance and fineness my eyes dropped on a set of familiar deep blue eyes. Shit.